I dream of my Buddhist teacher, who I never see or spend time with anymore, enough to make up for the time I’m not spending with him. Last night I was in a Shambhala Buddhist fruitional Kalapa sort of kingdom’s court, many of my childhood friends (Dharma Brats) were important to his organization and my community, but I was kept waiting and waiting. Finally, I saw that my “turn” to see him had been casually set aside in favor of other meetings—Rinpoche is a busy man, who’s always serving. During the dream I was thinking how he was so busy, and how he worked so hard and tirelessly, rather like a spiritual, smaller sphere equivalent to our President.
I got a little temper on, and made the meeting happen. The attendants let me in, and from then on I don’t remember anything.
I do know that I miss him, and our sangha (community), a community I grew up in. But that what I’m doing now, though it was once successful and now is not, but shall be again—is for him, is for my Bodhisattva vow, if directly meant to be of service and benefit in a big way. Sharing the good news with those of us not fortunate to grow up in a non-theistic yet full-of-discipline magical world that’s right out of the ages. For all of us are just as worthwhile, of course, as full of basic goodness (for that is the view of human nature, we may be neurotic but those are but clouds before the sun and open sky of our fundamental nature).
Anyways, I’ve been thinking of him all morning, and don’t expect many to read this, as it’s rather personal and private, but I like to write, it flows naturally, and now I can get back to work. Staff meeting in 28 minutes, gotta get a few blogs up and catch up on some email before then. Looking forward to Yoga Journal Conference next week. Had a big elephant at Laughing Goat cafe party last night, that I’d organized rather last minute.